My Indian camp believes <br />The Omahama River is alive. <br /> <br />It is a place of spirits that we do not see. <br />Grandmother oak, Grandfather Wind, and Anut Eagle <br />Protect and lead the river though the lands. <br />Brother Bear and Sister Wolf, Father Elk and Mother Cougar, <br />Drink from the stream as sqirrels play on Grandfather Elm. <br /> <br />We settle here, near the end of this river <br />Scared to go into this land of spirits. <br />Sometimes I go to the spirits homes <br />And run with the wolves as their sister <br />And one day I know <br />I won't return.<br /><br />Jessica Kissner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-river-that-lives/
